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Updated: May 20, 2025

Simultaneous with his last words comes the crack, quickly followed by the descent of a zopilote among the sages. "Now, Frank," he says, stooping to pick up the dead bird, while the scared flock flies farther away, "let's light a bit o' a fire, an' cook it. Thar's plenty o' sage for the stuffin', an' its own flavour'll do for seasonin' 'stead o' inyuns.

Mayne Reid - The Lone Ranche